Skiing is Living 2019

"But we who do not aspire to competitions, we who may still be struggling with the snowplow or the stem turn or perhaps something a bit more ambitious, we amateurs; who shall say we do not share, and deeply, the joy of flight on skis? Do you remember the first time you rode down a …

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Traveling Inner and Outer Wilderness

From Yandara to Yellowstone, Mexico to Montana, wilderness occupies my heart. With the definition of wilderness as ‘an empty or pathless area or region’, wilderness becomes a metaphor for life. My path through each of life’s stages is uncharted. No trail markers guide my way, though I can see faint trails where others have walked …

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Desert Water

"It matters not how a man dies, but how he lives."                                                   Samuel Johnson We snatched ten days out of our lives and drove the B.A.T. (Big Ass Trailer) to Canyonlands/Needles District. …

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“It”

Short summers are a hallmark of living in Montana. What feels like yesterday’s wildflowers have given way to the golden hues of early autumn. This year’s summer season seems to have been especially short. Perhaps it’s due to the drawn-out cool wet spring that lasted into June. Or perhaps it’s due to home projects requiring …

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Backpacking Yellowstone’s Rivers and Thermals

“Travel makes one modest. You see what a tiny place you occupy in the world.” - Gustave Flaubert August sun heated our skin each day as we hiked, carrying packs weighed down with 6 days of food. Nights chilled down, signifying an early notice of autumn’s impending arrival to Yellowstone, making me glad that I’d …

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Old Friends

“Wildflowers are the stuff of my heart!”                                     Lady Bird Johnson Richardson’s and Sticky Geranium. Lupine. Bedstraw. Salsify. Green Gentian. Cinquefoil. Collomia. Wood’s Rose. Paintbrush. Buckwheat. Evert’s Thistle. Forget-Me-Nots. Old friends line the trails and I can almost hear …

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Wallace Stegner and My Geography of Hope

Scouting trails, spring season, hiking, Yellowstone, gratitude, yoga, connections, compassion, national parks…. Words and vague ideas float through my brain as I drink tea, look out the window, watching low clouds lift and fall, revealing then concealing the jagged summit of Electric Peak. I sit with the computer in lap, warming my thighs on this …

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